Obsequious smiling flauntered and shown...
I promptly left the aimless socializing
And went out to walk alone
I wasn’t looking for anything,
Just that the world seemed so bland
And the sky so grey. In the café I walked in
People seemed from a foreign land
Speaking a different language. Strange
When one of them came up to shake my hand
An old classmate, disappeared in a whirl of change,
And I returned to my poem raising an eyebrow;
They were whispering but I was out of range.
I suddenly wish you were here and now,
An ache so deep it creeps under my pen
And I remember more than I would allow
You were one among many men -
Nothing special, and nothing serious either;
But I can only helplessly stare when
The black hole opens - frightening and near
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